Struck again by sparse dark branches naked on a blue sky
A canvas upon which I sometimes project my thoughts
My younger self grasping for the imponderable
An older version of myself will someday do the same
This image threads together the stages of my life
Scattered white clouds; gentle swayings in the breeze
These lonely, dead branches will be/once were lushly green
At those times, I wonder about their future/past stark barrenness
Deciduous thoughts leading me to contemplate the Evergreen
But those trees are ever-changing
They will/were not always be here
Even the sky was not ever so
Am I pondering the Eternal
or the Changes that make me pine for it?
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